Saturday, April 18, 2009

“Archive style”

Too tired to talk, nor care.

Traveling during the night has gotten the best of me as I am tired beyond explanation, the ‘cuzzi fine, the cuisine even better, the drinks (placebo) great, ambiance superb, and the laughs lightened the my upcoming week already. (and I love those improvised trips)

It doesn’t matter what anyone can say or do, it will slide like butter on a pan, so to all who are unable to –not understand you but- simply accept you for who you are, I say, “Archive style”:

There’s a look on your face I would like to knock outSee the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouthAll I want is to see you in terrible painThough we wont ever meet I remember your nameCant believe you were once just like anyone elseThen you grew and became like the devil himselfPray to god I can think of a nice thing to sayBut I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway

You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you knowThat the cracks in your smile are beginning to showNow the world needs to see that its time you should goThere’s no light in your eyes and your brain is too slowCant believe you were once just like anyone elseThen you grew and became like the devil himselfPray to god I can think of a nice thing to sayBut I don’t think I can, so fuck you anyway

Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouthI could creep up beside put a gun in your mouthMakes me sick when I hear all the shit that you saySo much crap coming out it must take you all dayThere’s a space kept in hell with your name on the seatWith a spike in the chair just to make it completeWhen you look at yourself do you see what I seeIf you do why the fuck are you looking at me

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me?Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me?

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me?

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me?

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me?

There’s a time for us all and I think yours has beenCan you please hurry up cuz’ I find you obsceneWe cant wait for the day that you’re never aroundWhen that face isn’t here and you rot undergroundCant believe you were once just like anyone elseThen you grew and became like the devil himselfPray to god I can think of a nice thing to sayBut I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway

Archive.-

Ps: on a personal note: Why the fuck are you looking at me? And why the fuck are you talking to me? …..so SAVE IT & fuck you